Brief Update

Losing my mind from boredom, but getting spam from the most entertaining people. When I checked my email just now, I recieved messages from:

Notification Q. Fatuousness
Significance I. Cataract

And one more that I've now forgotten. That this has been the highlight of my week tells you how things have been.

Connecting Cuts

I will be out of town for the next few days. I'll be in West Hartford, Connecticut, spending some quality time with my my mom and grandmother.

On the one hand, it's a good thing, because of the workmen tearing up the floor in the apartment above me would prevent me from getting any sleep for most of the week.

On the other hand, I'm leaving nice, warm Southern California and going to the frozen tundra of Connecticut to hang out with my insane relatives, with little to no internet access to save me from the crazy people.

The smart people are the ones who are leaving cold climates and are heading to warm ones. I, on the other hand, have lost my fucking mind.

Just think, three generations of women from mom's side of the family under one roof....Oh, please for the love of god, shoot me now!

Possible update or two while I'm gone, but probably a nice long story about the craziness when I get back.

Get OUUUUT!

I think California's trying to tell me I should be grateful I've got to leave. Consider:

1. There are now workmen tearing up the floor of the apartment above mine. This will continue loudly for some time.

2. There was a 6.5 earthquake, which I didn't even feel because I was in the shower, and probably wouldn't have found out about for another hour had Coop not asked if we had an earthquake.

3. After staring at CNN for a while, I realized something was dripping. And then I looked up and saw water coming out of my ceiling.

So I call the super over, and when he sees it, he starts cursing (or at least what I assume, given his tone, was cursing) in Russian.

Apparently, the workmen upstairs used water to help remove some wood tiles, when they were explicitly told not to, and thus the dripping in my apartment.

I haven't heard back from the super as of yet about what, exaclty, I'm supposed to do about this, especially since I'm going to be out of town for the next week.

Blaaaaaaaaaaaaah....

The Removal Of The Popups

WARNING: Nerd Alert. Forgive me.

I installed the Google Toolbar on my Internet Explorer about a month ago, and the main thing it does for me is block popups. 413 of them, currently.

That's the weird part: It counts how many popups it blocks. And IE is not even my main browser. I primarily use Netscape, mostly because I use Netscape mail.

I can't even tell how many have been blocked by Netscape since I finally unfucked my computer enough to be able to use its included pop-up blocker without my computer immediately and repeatedly crashing.

But to know that 413 have been blocked in my secondary browser in less than a month tells me two things:

1. There's a lot of goddamn pop-up ads.
2. I spend way too much time online.

And I don't even spend half as much as I used to.

Working and my acquisition of TiVo have cut my internet time significantly, along with the fact that my computer becomes angered if heavily used for more than about an hour at a time.

Fortunately, the latter problem may be resolved shortly, but it's still odd to think that I was plunking away at 400 of these bloody things a month for the couple of months before I got a pop-up blocker.

Oh, and if you haven't already done it: Get the Google Toolbar.

P.S. - The computer crashed while I was writing this post. I seriously am beginning to think that it actually knows its days are drawing to a close.